I do not own Recess.

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"Hey look!"

I followed TJ's finger to the small patch of white in the dark park.

"Is that Lazy Kid?" I asked. Yes, I still refer to a lot of my past peers by their easy-to-remember-nick-names. It was handy, and easy to remember as the name deteers. Besides, how was I supossed to know absolutly everyone. Since entering highschool one year back I started picking up my old habit to remember certain people who didn't really need names.

"I don't know, I can't really make their face out." Gordon said, squinting in the dark.

"Well while you guys are just gonna be stalkers, I'm going to check it out. I don't want no one messing around with our traditional flashlight tag game." Spinelli growled, already heading to the anagonist.

What did she say? Traditional. Definatly not. This is the first ever all neighbourhood late night flashlight tag event. Every kid in the street came out. At least the ones with enough balls to sneak out, or with parents who didn't care.

I am the starter of this so called 'tradition'. In all actually I just wanted an excuse to stay out later than normal so I could drink, but might aswell turn it into a block party right? So while all the parents are being all willy-nilly thinking were enjoying ourselves reminescing with our childhood games, were out drinking and smoking and sneaking off into the bushes. The perfect plan.

Well for me and my friends at least. 'Monkey Boy', or T.J., and his friends seemed to be set on playing flashlight tag, which is fine enough since a lot of younger siblings seemed to be hanging around. Like Jerome's little brat of a sister for example who was staring me down with her overly sized brown eyes from behind a large shadowed tree trunk.

I knew what that look meant, same as the way she giggled at every friggin' thing I said. She had one of those little girl crushes. The one where they think they may have a chance with a guy over twice their age by acting like they didn't have a brain. And all the moms laugh and giggle about it: "Awwww it's so cute!" No. No it's not actually- what it is is annoying. Frig, even girls my age that do that are annoying.

The-Girl-That-Runs-With-Fists returned to our group reporting back. "He's just passed out in the bench, I don't think he'll be waking up anytime soon, knowing him."

Yep definatly Lazy Kid.

"Well let the festivities begin!" I yelled, spreading my arms put around me and taking a swing of the bottle I snuck out, leading my friends. Our party splits up then, the gamers leaving to game, the drinkers staying to drink and the druggies going of to...drug.

The alchohol sat warm in my stomach, spreading numbness outwards from my core. The world started seeming a whole lot more better not too soon after that first sip.

I was laughing with, and later when I thought about it probably terrorizing, Jerome's little sister, when I saw TJ's group forming to the side. I blinked and there I was, wrapping and arm around his and some other guys backs.

They ignored me for some part, talking on and on. I jerked my head up at one word that caught my attention. "Game? Can I play? I wanna play," I tried to ask, my drunkern state feeling the need to be spontaneous.

I laughed outloud suddenly, blocking there voices out. Next thing I knew they shoved me to the side. Murmered words swam around my ear, but my mind seemed to only accept one. "Hide."

Obediently I followed the order, determined to hide like no ones hid before. Trees blurred by, the ground rising to meet me suddenly. But just like that I was flying again. I spread my arms out to the side, shutting my eyes to feel the wind.

I took in a deep breath, releasing a stressed war-cry. But I hit a wall, figurativly and literally as my scream was cut short. "Bob."

"Robert!"

"Bob!"

Panic filled my chest, escaping with laughter. "You- you can't see me! I'm hidin'!" I tried to explain. No matter what I said no one could understand. I needed to get someone to understand.

"I'm hidin'!" I explained, to person after person until finally someone shoved me off to the bushes again. "Hide then."

Hide.

And so it started all over again. I ran to hide, suddenly aware that the grass felt like clouds on my bare feet. "I'm flying. C-can you see me? I'm flying,"

My limbs spewed in all directions, numb. It was exhilerating. Even falling felt good.

I wandered around, mind blown at the utter creepiness of the deserted forest. "Their eatin's me," I whined, laughing all the same. "They's gonna eat me!"

"Save me," I laughed, stumbling. "No ones near! Saved me!"

"Bob."

I got jerked out of my weird dream state and put into one of a beautiful brown, with specks of green glinting around the dark hole. "It looks like leaves," I murmered, leaning closer entranced by the eye. "Leaves,"

"Sit." Suddenly his face was pulled from mine, and I felt compelled to follow his orders. Like a well trained dog I let my knees give out without so much a glance causing me to fall to the ground on my ass, the benches seat prodding into my back. "O-ow,"

I slumped against the seat, weariness overcoming me. Something prodding at my sides by I just swatted at it with a loose hand. "Shgo way," I moaned, shutting my eyes. "I wanna sleep."

Without any further inturruptions my mind started drifting off. "I's warm," I smiled, burying, coddling my head into the soft pillow. "I's so warm."

. . .

Waking up I was aware of four things.

I was outside, for one. It was morning, that was easily decided. And my body had gotten ran over by a bus last night, by the feel of it at least.

Oh, and that I was spooning an unidentifued brown haired boy.

Fuck me.

My immediate reaction was not one I would've thought it to be if I had of planned this somehow days before. I blame it on my hangover and perhaps still unstable mind, but instead of freaking out and bolting immediatly, I just stayed lying there with my arms wrapped around his tiny frame.

Half of my mind was in panic mode, wondering what the hell I was doing. But the other half seemed to dominate, caring more about the warmth projected from said male's body and pleasurable comfortness to want to leave.

Pleasurable comfortness. That's new.

Making sure not to wake my newest morning-after-mistake I slid away, making sure not to lose any of my stomach's contents as I pulled my body from his. I tip-toed away, weary of the crisp dried leaves on the grassy floor. As I neared the tree line I looked back, feeling a safe distance away that breathing would not wake him.

I could have probably could've stepped on him on the way by and not had woken him. Lazy Kid. The guy who could sleep absolutly anywhere and at absolutly anytime. I guess a fair bit of time had gone by since I had called him that. Maybe I should just call him Lazy Guy now.

He seemed quite content sleeping on the forest's floor, his arms tucked into his chest and knees just bent ever so slightly. I nearly laughed, he looked actually quite childish and innocent. I mean for all the time he actually was awake, he was getting in shit for something or another. He never seemed to really get in trouble though. I never saw him in detention with his group. Maybe the teachers were smart enough to figure that he was way to slow to be able to think of half of the shit he did. Or maybe he was just too uncaring to show up. Either way he stayed under most people's radars with his ways.

Common sense tried to tug me away, but instinct held me in place. Panic swelled up in my chest as he moved, but his eyes never opened. Slowly his body contracted into a tighter ball, his brows furrowing as a cold breeze blew between the trees. His white tee ruffled and lifted slightly with the breeze.

Absent-mindedly my fingers fiddled with some loose threads at the sleeve of my sweater, my front teeth gnawing at my lip. The wind blew the hair from my forehead as I turned back and looked at my house, the sun rising from behind it in the horizon. I could imagine my mom stirring in her bed, beginning to awaken for the day. If I didn't get back soon she'd realize I'd been out all night. I needed to hide my clothes that stenched of marijuana and liquor until I had enough time to wash them.

But another gust of wind made me turned my head back to the sleeping figure on the forest floor. My feet led me towards him, my hands shaking the entire way. I didn't know why I was compelled to return to him, but the undeniable forced drew me nearer like gravity. I stood over him awkwardly, my shadow looming over his face. I slipped off my sweater, squatting to lay it over his shoulders gently.

I watched until his body relaxed. I think I might have imagined it it but I swear I even saw the corners of his lips turn up a little. Feeling the full effect of the wind I shivered, turning and walking towards my house briskly, refusing to look back until my front door shut behind me.

I leaned against it and breathed, exhaling my anxiety. Walking back panic fluttered in my heart with each step like when I was younger and had to go into the basement. The lightswitch was at the bottom, so once I turned it off I had to run up the stairs in darkness. I felt as if the creatures were always just one step behind me, reaching for my foot with their wrinkled, clawed hands. I'd run up those stairs, trying to pick my feet up as fast I could in fear that if I didn't, if I was too slow, the monster's would grab me before I could get to the top. As I got older it passed, but then it was back just a few moments ago- the demons chasing and reaching for me with every step.

Free from their grip I allow myself to relax and slid down the door. The next time I open my eyes I'm staring at the two slippers.

"And where were you last night young man?"

I groaned. It was going to be a long day.

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Haha so give me some feedback guys? What do you think? This is my first slash, and I'm neither homosexual nor have a dick so it'll be a new experiece. Honestly I don't know where this paring came from, but I always loved these two guys.

So review, give me some thoughts! I'm curious to what you think!

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